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The Treasure-hunt — Flint’s Pointer

           "Hewasaseaman,"saidGeorgeMerry,who,bolderthantherest,hadgoneupcloseandwasexaminingtheragsofclothing."Leastways,thisisgoodsea-cloth."

           "Aye,aye,"saidSilver;"likeenough;youwouldn’tlooktofindabishophere,Ireckon.Butwhatsortofawayisthatforbonestolie?’Tain’tinnatur’."

           Indeed,onasecondglance,itseemedimpossibletofancythatthebodywasinanaturalposition.Butforsomedisarray(thework,perhaps,ofthebirdsthathadfeduponhimoroftheslow-growingcreeperthathadgraduallyenvelopedhisremains)themanlayperfectlystraighthisfeetpointinginonedirection,hishands,raisedabovehisheadlikeadiver’s,pointingdirectlyintheopposite.

           "I’vetakenanotionintomyoldnumbskull,"observedSilver."Here’sthecompass;there’sthetip-topp’into’SkeletonIsland,stickin’outlikeatooth.Justtakeabearing,willyou,alongthelineofthembones."

           Itwasdone.Thebodypointedstraightinthedirectionoftheisland,andthecompassreaddulyE.S.E.andbyE.

           "Ithoughtso,"criedthecook;"thishereisap’inter.RightupthereisourlineforthePoleStarandthejollydollars.But,bythunder!Ifitdon’tmakemecoldinsidetothinkofFlint.ThisisoneofHISjokes,andnomistake.Himandthesesixwasalonehere;hekilled’em,everyman;andthisonehehauledhereandlaiddownbycompass,shivermytimbers!They’relongbones,andthehair’sbeenyellow.Aye,thatwouldbeAllardyce.YoumindAllardyce,TomMorgan?"

           "Aye,aye,"returnedMorgan;"Imindhim;heowedmemoney,hedid,andtookmyknifeashorewithhim."

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